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Fri, 06 May 2016 13:49:14 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3472Toward the end of the 1940s, Soviet researchers sealed five prison inmates in an airtight chamber and dosed them with an experimental stimulant gas to test the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation. Their behavior...

Toward the end of the 1940s, Soviet researchers sealed five prison inmates in an airtight chamber and dosed them with an experimental stimulant gas to test the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation. Their behavior was observed via two-way mirrors and their conversations monitored electronically. They were promised their freedom if they could go entirely without sleep for 30 days.

The first few days of the experiment passed uneventfully. By the fifth day, however, the subjects began showing signs of stress and were overheard bemoaning their circumstances. They stopped conversing with their fellow inmates, choosing instead to whisper compromising information about one another into the microphones, apparently in an effort to win the favor of the researchers.

Paranoia set in.

On the ninth day the screaming began. First one subject, then another, was observed running around the chamber screaming at the top of his lungs for hours on end. Equally disconcerting was the reaction of the quieter subjects, who began ripping apart the books they’d been given to read, smearing the pages with feces, and plastering them over the mirrored windows so their actions could no longer be observed.Then, just as suddenly, the screaming stopped. The subjects ceased communicating altogether. Three long days passed without a sound from inside the chamber. Fearing the worst, the researchers addressed the subjects via the intercom. “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones,” they said. “Step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”

A voice from inside answered, “We no longer want to be freed.”

Two more days passed without contact of any kind as the scientists debated what to do next. Finally, they decided to terminate the experiment. At midnight on the fifteenth day the stimulant gas was flushed from the chamber and replaced with fresh air in preparation for the subjects’ release. Far from being pleased at the prospect of leaving the chamber, the subjects began screaming as if in fear for their lives. They begged to have the gas turned back on. Instead, the researchers unsealed the door to the chamber and sent armed soldiers inside to retrieve them. Nothing could have prepared them for the carnage they witnessed upon entering.

One subject was found dead, lying face-down in six inches of bloody water. Chunks of his flesh had been torn off and stuffed into the floor drain. All of the test subjects were found to have been severely mutilated, in fact. What’s worse, the wounds appeared to be self-inflicted. They had ripped open their own abdomens and disemboweled themselves with their bare hands.

Some had even eaten their own flesh.

The four who were still alive seemed terrified of falling asleep and refused to leave the chamber, again pleading with the researchers to turn the gas back on. When the soldiers attempted to remove the inmates by force, they fought back so ferociously they couldn’t believe their eyes. One suffered a ruptured spleen and lost so much blood there was literally nothing left for his heart to pump, yet continued flailing for a full three minutes until his lifeless body collapsed.

The remaining subjects were restrained and transported to a medical facility for treatment. The first to be operated on fought so furiously against being anesthetized that he tore muscles and broke bones during the struggle. As soon as the anesthetic took effect his heart stopped and he died. The rest underwent surgery without sedation. Far from feeling any pain, however, they laughed hysterically on the operating table — so hysterically that the doctors, perhaps fearing for their own sanity, administered a paralytic agent to immobilize them.

After surgery the survivors were asked why they had mutilated themselves, and why they so desperately wanted to go back on the stimulant gas. Each, in turn, gave the same answer: “I must remain awake.”

The researchers considered euthanizing them to obliterate every trace of the failed experiment, but were overruled by their commanding officer, who ordered that it be resumed immediately, with three of the researchers joining the inmates in the sealed chamber. Horrified at the prospect, the chief researcher pulled out a pistol and shot the commanding officer point blank. He then turned and shot one of the two surviving subjects. Pointing his gun at the last one left alive, he asked, “What are you? I must know!”

“Have you forgotten so easily?” the subject said, smiling. “We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”

The researcher fired a bullet into his heart. The EEG monitor flat-lined as the subject murmured these last words: “So…nearly…free.”

]]>3472http://urbanlegendsonline.com/russian-sleep-experiment/A Memorial For Their Sonhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/Uf7vGke_kkk/
Wed, 04 May 2016 19:57:50 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3480A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer...

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard & probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge.

“We’d like to see the president,” the man said softly.

“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.

“We’ll wait,” the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn’t, and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.

“Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she said to him!

He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, and he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, “We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”

The president wasn’t touched. He was shocked. “Madam,” he said, gruffly, “We can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”

“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly. “We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”

For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “If that’s all it cost to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own? ”

Her husband nodded. The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.

Mr. And Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the university that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing for them.

Earlier this month, an 80-year-old, homeless, white-bearded man was found deceased under an overpass in San Diego, California. Nobody knew the man’s name, but friends referred to him as Jessie. Investigators decided to try DNA testing with hopes that something would pop up in the nationwide DNA database. What came up on the computer screen in the high-tech lab stunned everyone. The DNA results of ‘Jessie Doe’ were an exact match to the one and only, Elvis Aaron Presley.

Lab technician Robert Brensdale said he and his lab assistant, Madeline Hedgespeth, laughed when the name popped up. “We thought somebody, somewhere, somehow in the system pulled the greatest and most elaborate prank on us ever, we both laughed with hysteria for about an hour,” Bresndale told Jerry Hardin of the Hollywood Word, a new entertainment publication based out of Los Angeles.

Brensdale and Hedgespeth then went to their superior with laughter, as if he were the one behind this “prank”. They were told to simmer down and stay quiet, that this was no laughing matter. From there, the results went up the ladder to the FBI and CIA.
Now, weeks later, FBI spokesperson Philip Hunter has revealed that the deceased man’s body was actually the body of Elvis Presley, who had been in the witness protection program since 1977.

Mr. Presley was placed in the program under a voluntary basis. He was not a witness to any crime or anything like that. Once he had met President Nixon, the two became great friends, and Mr. Presley wanted out of his life, he wanted to be an unknown, so President Nixon made this possible. Yes, it is official – Elvis Presley was really alive all that time, and only a handful of people knew it, most of which are no longer with us.

]]>3321http://urbanlegendsonline.com/elvis-presley-hidden-in-witness-protection/She Was Pushed. They Hurt Her. A Girl Named Carmen Winsteadhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/Xj_ZvVs1wi4/
Sun, 25 Oct 2015 16:06:17 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3325About 6 years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When...

]]>About 6 years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn’t submerge the police were called. They went down and brought up 17 year old Carmen Winstead’s body, her neck broke hitting the ladder, then side concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell… They believed them.

FACT: 2 months ago, 16 year old David Gregory read this post and didn’t repost it. When he went to take a shower he heard laughter from his shower, he started freaking out and ran to his computer to repost it, He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, 5 hours later his mom woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud noise, David was gone, that morning a few hours later the police found him in the sewer, his neck broke and his face skin peeled off.

If you don’t repost this saying “They hurt her,” or “She was pushed” or “They pushed her down a sewer” Then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep you’ll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

Another Version of the Carmen Winstead Story

Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana.

Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.

When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.

There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.

After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.

They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted “She’s down in the sewer!”

All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving.

There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.

The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong.

Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled “They Pushed Her” and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.

A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep.

Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.

Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face was missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom.

But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.

They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.

So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.

]]>3325http://urbanlegendsonline.com/she-was-pushed-they-hurt-her-a-girl-named-carmen-winstead/Your iPhone Flashlight is Spying on Youhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/tBJvKr4sKsI/
Sun, 25 Oct 2015 15:41:41 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3327Take a look at this interview where the owner of a security company stated that if a user turns on the flashlight app on the phone it makes them susceptible to their phone content...

]]>Take a look at this interview where the owner of a security company stated that if a user turns on the flashlight app on the phone it makes them susceptible to their phone content being hacked.

The maker of the most popular flashlight app, Brightest Flashlight, in the Google Play (Android) store was caught stealing people’s geolocation data and selling it to advertisers, went under FTC investigation, and was forced to settle over the issue. The app’s creators weren’t sharing user data with an enemy of the state or cybercriminals, they were sharing it with advertisers for ad purposes.

Playing it safe

If the app is several megabytes (just to turn the light on and off) you might be looking at malware. Also, check the permissions for the apps you install – if they want access to your location for a flashlight app, you should probably choose another flashlight.

]]>3327http://urbanlegendsonline.com/your-iphone-flashlight-is-spying-on-you/The Candy Ladyhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/hjbT4ecAzi0/
Fri, 23 Oct 2015 23:03:06 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3338Around the turn of the 20th century, children started going missing in a small rural county in Texas. People blamed it on The Candy Lady, a woman who supposedly lured children to her home...

]]>Around the turn of the 20th century, children started going missing in a small rural county in Texas. People blamed it on The Candy Lady, a woman who supposedly lured children to her home with candy, then they were never heard from again.

Children in the area told stories of how they would wake in the morning to find candy sitting on their window sills. Fearing that their parents might try to stop the person, or thing, leaving the candy, they didn’t tell any adults.

After a child had received the candy for a while they would start to find notes on the wrappers, many times asking the children to come and play. The notes were signed “The Candy Lady.”

Over the span of about a decade, a handful of kids went missing. As some children got a little older they started to confess that they had eaten candy left on their window sills from a “Candy Lady.”

According to the story, other strange things happened around this area that spooked the residents. A farmer found the rotten teeth of a child in a candy wrapper at the edge of one of his fields. A police deputy started investigating the disappearance of the children and a few weeks later they found his dead body in a ditch. His eyes were stabbed with a fork and his pockets were filled with candy.

To this day, any time a kid goes missing, all the locals say The Candy Lady got them. Children believe that she takes them somewhere and pulls out their teeth or stabs them with a fork.

]]>3338http://urbanlegendsonline.com/the-candy-lady/The Devil Tree in Oak Hammock Park, Port Saint Lucie, FLhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/_nfeB8C4LgQ/
Fri, 23 Oct 2015 22:34:20 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3342At the park of Whispering Pines, there is common known tale of The Devil Tree. Supposedly, years ago, two girls were raped and hung at this tree. The murder was your average man, or...

]]>At the park of Whispering Pines, there is common known tale of The Devil Tree.

Supposedly, years ago, two girls were raped and hung at this tree. The murder was your average man, or so many thought. After there deaths, he is said to have gone back to the girls’ corpses and had sex with them several times.

In some stories, the girls bodies were buried near the tree, others the girls bodies were found in the canal near the park. But the killer was never found.

The tree was insisted to be cut down, but in each case the chainsaw would break and not be able to cut down the tree. There are even reports of the tree not being able to burn. You can see where someone tried to burn it but was unsuccessful.

Many people of Port St. Lucie, have claimed to have heard the girls’ screams and seen their ghosts. Sometimes, if you go at night you will see people chanting around the tree and you can hear the snap of a rope near the tree.

Saedy M. from Port St. Lucie, FL

Another Version of The Devil’s Tree

In Port St. Lucie on canal C-24, there’s beautiful 150-year-old oak tree located in Oak Hammock Park called the Devil’s Tree. This legend isn’t that old. On January 8, 1971, before Hammock Park was built, a serial killer (sometimes known as the Killer Deputy) Gerard John Schaefer captured two young girls while they were hitchhiking. Schaefer bound, gagged, raped, hanged, then buried 19 year olds Collette Goodenough, and Barbara Ann Wilcox at the Devil’s Tree. The crazed killer was said to have returned on several occasions to have his way with the decomposing bodies.

In January 1977, two men discovered bones sticking up out of the ground along with deteriorating ropes tied with a hangman’s noose. Since then, there have been reports of hooded satanic worshipers dancing around the tree, and some say you can still hear the girls screaming.

Though there have been several attempts to cut down the oak, it seems that chain saws refused to work when near the tree. All the teeth fell out of the saw blade when they tried to cut it down with a two-man cross-cut saw. When they tried an axe, the axe head came off of the handle and split open the head of the chopper, killing him. The tree is still standing in a small open area down a trail that cuts through the park. Locals pass along stories of cold spots in certain areas of the park and the park lady’s bathroom being haunted by the dead girls.

In 1992, a priest placed a cross at the base of the oak and performed an exorcism. In 1994 the cross was knocked over.

In 1995, Gerard John Schaefer was stabbed to death in prison. The park is located at 1982 S.W. Villanova Rd., Port St. Lucie.

]]>3342http://urbanlegendsonline.com/the-devil-tree-in-oak-hammock-park-port-saint-lucie-fl/Cardboard Handshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/oWz7o7qYSTE/
Sun, 26 Jul 2015 15:18:51 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3313When we were young, we used to get away from school on our lunch breaks and head to a small place named Tadiport. It was just on the outskirts of Torrington and a really...

]]>When we were young, we used to get away from school on our lunch breaks and head to a small place named Tadiport. It was just on the outskirts of Torrington and a really quite place. There, me and my buddies would go into the shut down dairy factory, formerly the Torrington Creamery and Dairy Crest, Great Torrington, Devon. This factory was huge and it was almost like the people just disappeared, cups still on tables, papers laid over desks.

Anyways, after several visits there and our parents cottoning on that we were going there on our lunch breaks ( small town after all, and people talk ) we were warned not to go to the dairy any longer and that people believed it was cursed due to several suicides from the high up steps on the side of the building.

We didn’t stop going to the dairy. One time we were stopped by an old guy known to the locals as Scruffs. He was a heavy drinker and known as a little crazy. Scruffs told us the real story. There was a worker at the dairy who was a grade A worker. The kinda guy who would get employee of the month every time. They shut up the factory and everyone was laid off but “Employee of the Month” returned after losing his home due to money issues. He’s been there ever since.

Then Scruffs starts going on about Cardboard Hands. We asked him why he used that term and he told us that, after a long time of living in the un-powered dark factory,”Employee of the Month” lost his mind. When kids like us used to come to explore, he would attack them and try to take them deep into the dark factory. Scruffs told us it was to feed as he never ate a lot.

The odd thing is just a few years before we found this place a kid and his brother disappeared from Tadiport. As kids we thought nothing of it. Scruff’s story made a little sense but still, why Cardboard Hands? He told us that in a fit of insanity the guy tore off both his arms with a pulley system to stop him self from murdering and devouring children. After days of walking around without food, he put tough cardboard tubes into his wounds and they some how fused with his skin and bone, according to Scruffs.

After that, we only saw Scruffs a few times and when we tried talking to him he said he had never met us before and he knows nothing of Cardboard Hands. My friends and I decided to meet at the dairy on a Saturday at 11pm, I remember it was raining and dark. We all went in and spent a good few hours in there, no sweat. We thought Scruffs was crazy because everyone made out. We decided to leave as it was getting late.

A little while after we began walking back we heard the kick of a bottle. We all looked at each other in horror. We froze. I’ll never forget the feeling of dread inside me as we walked toward the noise and approached the cafeteria. There was writing on the wall that hadn’t been there the last time we passed by. The wall spoke “Have you heard the screams from town as I drag the children down?” We were scared to death! I touched the fresh red paint and I turned around to tell everyone and I saw him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was an old man with a white beard and white hair around his head. He was on the move toward us and has he swung his awkward body from side to side, I could see he had a bald patch on the back of his head. His clothes were caked with black filth in strange patterns, like dried old blood. He wasn’t too tall, but his eyes were black and his movements were glitchy. As stupid as it sounds, he had thick, strong cardboard tubes for arms. The ends were a crimson red and dripping with tar-like ooze. His breathing sounded like a man who’s neck has been cut and is still trying to breath. I screamed and pointed, falling backwards on whatever crap was there on the ground. Everyone else saw him, as plain as day. We all ran and fled in horror, it was everyone for themselves, nothing heroic.

We made it out and ran to Rick’s house and told our rambling, teriffying story to Rick’s mom. To our shock, she said she HAD heard of Carboard Hands, but quickly dismissed him as a local rumor and ridiculous. No one believed us. We never returned.

I still pass the place in disbelief, though now I live two towns away. I won’t go there again.

]]>3313http://urbanlegendsonline.com/cardboard-hands/Warning! Don’t Microwave Water Alonehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/--hI_-MV8hg/
Mon, 20 Jul 2015 14:39:29 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3284This is something many of us did not know! A 26-year old man decided to have a cup of coffee. He took a cup of water and put it in the microwave to heat...

A 26-year old man decided to have a cup of coffee. He took a cup of water and put it in the microwave to heat it up (something that he had done numerous times before). I am not sure how long he set the timer for, but he wanted to bring the water to a boil. When the timer shut the oven off, he removed the cup from the oven. As he looked into the cup, he noted that the water was not boiling, but suddenly the water in the cup ‘blew up’ into his face. The cup remained intact until he threw it out of his hand, but all the water had flown out into his face due to the build-up of energy. His whole face is blistered and he has 1st and 2nd degree burns to his face which may leave scarring.

He also may have lost partial sight in his left eye. While at the hospital, the doctor who was attending to him stated that this is a fairly common occurrence and water (alone) should never be heated in a microwave oven. If water is heated in this manner, something should be placed in the cup to diffuse the energy such as a wooden stir stick, tea bag, etc, (nothing metal).

General Electric’s Response:

Thanks for contacting us; I will be happy to assist you. The e-mail that you received is correct. Microwaved water and other liquids do not always bubble when they reach boiling point. They can actually get superheated and not bubble at all. The superheated liquid will bubble up out of the cup when it is moved or when something like a spoon or tea bag is put into it.

To prevent this from happening and causing injury, do not heat any liquid for more than two minutes per cup. After heating, let the cup stand in the microwave for thirty seconds before moving it or adding anything into it.

Here is what a local high school science teacher had to say on the matter:

‘Thanks for the microwave warning. I have seen this happen before. It is caused by a phenomenon known as super heating. It can occur any time water is heated and will particularly occur if the vessel that the water is heated in is new, or when heating a small amount of water (less than half a cup).

What happens is that the water heats faster than the vapour bubbles can form. If the cup is very new, then it is unlikely to have small surface scratches inside it that provide a place for the bubbles to form. As the bubbles cannot form and release some of the heat that has built up, the liquid does not boil, and the liquid continues to heat up well past its boiling point.

What then usually happens is that the liquid is bumped or jarred, which is just enough of a shock to cause the bubbles to rapidly form and expel the hot liquid. The rapid formation of bubbles is also why a carbonated beverage spews when opened after having been shaken.’

]]>3284http://urbanlegendsonline.com/warning-dont-microwave-water-alone/CIA Agent Confesses to Killing Marilyn Monroehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UrbanLegendsOnline/~3/jopV4aV9SpI/
Thu, 28 May 2015 18:00:48 +0000http://urbanlegendsonline.com/?p=3246Retired CIA Agent Confesses On Deathbed: ‘I Killed Marilyn Monroe’ A retired CIA officer, Normand Hodges, has made a series of astonishing confessions since he was admitted to the Sentara General Hospital on Monday....

A retired CIA officer, Normand Hodges, has made a series of astonishing confessions since he was admitted to the Sentara General Hospital on Monday.

The 78-year old claims he committed 37 assassinations for the U.S. government between 1959 and 1972, including the beloved actress and model, Marilyn Monroe.

Mr Hodges worked as a high level operative for 41-years and was granted top-level security clearances.

Trained as both a sniper and a martial arts expert, Mr Hodges says he also has significant experience with more unconventional methods of inflicting harm upon others, like poisons and explosives.

He says he was often employed as a hit-man by the organisation, to assassinate individuals who could represent a threat to the security of the country.

Most of his victims were political activists, journalists and union leaders, but he also claims that he killed a few scientists and artists whose ideas represented a threat to the interests of the United States.

Mr. Hodges says that Marilyn Monroe remains unique among his victims, as she is the only woman he ever assassinated. He claims he has no regrets, however, as he says that she had become a “threat for the security of the country” and had to be eliminated.

“We had evidence that Marilyn Monroe had not only slept with Kennedy, but also with Fidel Castro” claims M. Hodges. “My commanding officer, Jimmy Hayworth, told me that she had to die, and that it had to look like a suicide or an overdose. I had never killed a woman before, but I obeyed orders… I did it for America! She could have transmitted strategic information to the communists, and we couldn’t allow that! She had to die! I just did what I had to do!”

Hodges has been placed under custody by the FBI, which is taking his confession very seriously and has opened an investigation to verify his allegations. The investigation might be very complicated, however, as very few written files are available on such secret activities and most of the actors implicated in the various cases are already dead.